, Thanksgiving Yixuelu resignation, hatred and suspense

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"Brother rebel, I have come to bid you farewell. ”

Qi Han entered the snow house, walked into the kitchen with a familiar way, put down the fish basket, poured the cold water fish and big green shrimp into the big gray and cyan water tank, and turned over to the edge of the well, released a warm spring flow, washed away the slight fishy smell attached to the body, and then walked back to Zhai Wei's room, and the first sentence of his mouth was to say goodbye.

Today, he and Zhao Yun had caught enough fish and shrimp early, chatting on the lake, just waiting for Zhai Yi's return and bidding farewell to him.

Zhao Yun's injuries are in good condition, and they should also go.

Although this place is beautiful, it has been delayed for a few days, both of them are worried about the war in Xuzhou, and Qi Han is even more worried about Lu Bu, so as soon as Zhao Yun's injury is healed, it is naturally the opportunity to leave.

The room is well-lit, the green felt floor, and the walls made of logs carry a rustic fragrance of grass and trees. One case, one pistle, one dish, clean and tidy, all the same as before, but Zhai Yi sat behind the case and looked at Qi Han's eyes, but it looked so strange and fragmented.

"Oh?" Zhai Wei waved lightly, motioning for Qi Han to sit down.

Qi Han was still not used to the custom of kneeling and sitting in the Han Dynasty, and he also knew that Zhai was unruly, so he put his leg on his leg and sat beside him. Zhai Yi narrowed his eyes, brushed off the wide sleeves of his robe, poured a cup of tea from the water dish, and handed it to Qi Han.

Qi Han took it and put the steaming tea soup to his nose and sniffed it lightly.

The aroma of the tea cakes cooked in this era with special techniques has a pepper fragrance that rushes into people's nasal cavities, which makes people breathe smoothly, wake up and refresh, and for a while, Qi Han's limbs are all warm and relaxed.

"It's such a coincidence, I'm leaving the snow house tomorrow. Zhai Yi smiled. As he spoke, he turned his back and put a spice into the lotus brown glazed incense burner of the Yue kiln, and the room soon swirled, filled with a pleasant and intoxicating aroma.

"Brother Han, do you still remember, I once said that I want to take you to see a grand event?" Zhai turned around, shook off his robe, and sat down. Qi Han sniffed the strong fragrance in the room, and involuntarily stared at the beautifully shaped jade-shaped hanging incense on his waist, frowning almost imperceptibly.

"Remember," Qi Han was a little distracted, "But, I'm going to go to Tan County with Ah Yun...... Fear...... Fear...... Can't ......"

His voice froze, and he suddenly felt a knot on the tip of his tongue, and a strong dizziness hit. I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch my temples, and shook my head fiercely with my eyes closed.

Zhai Wei didn't speak. A tall, thin figure, sitting straight in front of the desk, his eyes looking straight ahead, unmoving. It wasn't until the person next to him held his forehead and fell backwards weightlessly that he slowly stretched out his arm and pulled the person into his arms.

Qi Han's face was pale, curled up in his arms, the height difference between the two was not large, and they couldn't make the movements of the birds, but they still stuck very tightly, looking extremely intimate.

Zhai Yi's arm hugged him very hard, lowered his head, and looked at the face that made him love obsession.

Qi Han's whole body was out of strength, and he slowly closed his eyelids, but he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked towards Zhai Wei.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the whole person seemed to be dragged into a deep quagmire, limp and collapsed, and even his breathing became very weak. The chaotic gaze shot out of the corners of his slitted eyes, staring at Zhai Wei motionlessly, and looked at him like pins and needles.

"Reverse ...... Reverse ......" Qi Han had a touch of pleading in his eyes, wanting to call him "Rebel Brother", and wanted to ask him to let go, but it was in vain. His voice was almost inaudible, and his mouth opened a few times, then closed again.

Zhai knew what he was going to express, but he was expressionless, just looking at him.

Until Qi Han's brilliant eyes were completely dimmed, as if the afterglow of the sunset had been swallowed up by the night, and the last bit of luster had been lost.

Where the bodies of the two people meet, a fiery touch gradually develops, very hot and warm.

Zhai Wei's palm brushed open Qi Han's clothes. The soft fabric of the underwear adheres to the hot skin, making you love it. Zhai Wei groped along the smooth skin, and he could almost trace Qi Han's slender waistline and chest covered with a thin layer of long muscles.

Under his touch, Qi Han quickly woke up.

The eyes opened again, and the originally dim light was dyed with a layer of blurry color.

He could clearly feel the burning temperature of Zhai Hui's palm. And where he had been grazed by those big palms, bursts of deadly pleasure surged and struck at what little sanity he had left. Yin's red lips opened involuntarily, and the incendiary moan was almost out of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and locked it in his throat.

There was a wisp of red on Zhai Wei's pale cheeks, his breathing was a little heavy, and his heavy gaze was opposite Qi Han's.

He watched a layer of mist spread across the surface of those pure black pupils, watched Qi Han's toes wrapped in white socks curl up tightly, and watched him raise his head because he couldn't withstand the surging impact of the tide of love, exposing his fatal throat, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, dying.

Zhai Yi's body was hot, but there was no excitement and joy in his eyes, only a dead silence.

He turned his face halfway and stared at the man in his arms. Under the high level of desire, the corners of his mouth smiled, but his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, and the outline was blurred.

Then, sure enough, he heard the expected words.

“…… That's enough...... Zhai reverse. Qi Han gritted his teeth and swung a fist into his face, his confused eyes dyed with a layer of anger.

Zhai Weisheng received his punch. The tip of his tongue was against the corner of his broken mouth, licking the salty blood, and he laughed: "You and I haven't started yet, how can we 'enough'?"

When the words fell, he leaned down without hesitation, grabbed Qi Han's lips hard, pried open his teeth with his tongue, and kissed him deeply.

This kiss made Qi Han's scalp tingle and his heart trembled. As the breathing increased, the hot blood in the whole body seemed to boil instantly. But his heart was very cold. It was as cold as ice water in the winter moon of Llama Lake—in this game that he had already guessed, it was completely chilling.

He wanted to resist Zhai Wei, but he couldn't resist the strong ** from physiology.

There was a "whine" in his throat, and the tip of his tongue resisted the invasion, but he was turned into hook by the other party's superb kissing skills. The lips and tongue that forcibly invaded his mouth stirred and sucked, teasing the fragile ** defense line in his body. He was clearly unwilling, and he clearly wanted to refuse, but his body seemed to be uncontrollable, trembling, undulating, and responding to Zhai Yi fiercely on his own.

Under the double blessing of desire and anger, Qi Han's eyes were already red.

Zhai Yi enjoyed the kiss very much. He closed his eyes lazily, feeling Qi Han deeply, as if in this way, he could completely conquer the person in his arms.

I don't know how long this kiss lasted, and the two had already taken advantage of the situation to roll down on the blue-gray felt carpet on the ground.

Qi Han lives under Zhai Rebellion. He couldn't resist Zhai Yi's kiss and touch at all, no matter what the other party did to him, he actually had a subtle desire in his heart, just wanting to stick to it, entangle Zhai Yi, and can't wait to respond to his **.

Qi Han's heart seemed to have been suddenly split in half, and it was extremely painful.

So much so that the whimpering sound that choked in his throat could never be regarded as very comfortable enjoyment. The physical stimulation and psychological distress torture forced his eyes to turn red, as if crazy.

Zhai Wei kissed for a long time, and his hand roamed over Qi Han's whole body, peeling off all his clothes, revealing a snow-white body.

The person under him squirmed more and more, and Zhai Yi finally stopped the kiss, raised his head, smiled awe-inspiringly, and looked at him.

The corners of Qi Han's eyes were full of physiological tears, clenching his fists, trembling all over. I don't know if he was tormented by lust or burned by great anger, his eyes were red, he stared at Zhai Yi, and his eyes were split. Gritted his teeth in his mouth, and burst out one word at a time: "Zhai reverse...... What kind of ** medicine did you give me? ”

He was so confused, and so sober. Qiu Hong's gaze was like a clear stream of water, rippling and shining, looking at the jadeite-like hanging incense on Zhai Shun's waist.

In fact, he had already guessed in the morning. Why is it that when I see Zhai Yi, I will have a sense of infinite joy, being with him, it is like forgetting all my sorrows and troubles, and even Zhao Yun rarely thinks about it; why does I feel that my heart is hollowed out as soon as I leave him, and I am very sad and reluctant; why do I rely on him more and more, and keep giving him private advice and kissing in my dreams, and giving birth to many palpitations and infatuation for him......

Although all this, after seeing Zhao Yun, it was completely alleviated.

But at this moment, it suddenly broke out.

Qi Han is a smart person, following the clues of these days, he has secretly guessed that this is the game that Zhai Yi laid for him and cast a net for him. But he was unwilling to tear his face with Zhai Yi and demolish him. Because, the days in Xuelu were a very satisfying and happy time in his life, whether this time was an illusion created for him by Zhai Yi or not...... He still loves Zhai Yi in his heart, and even treats him as a brother.

"**Medicine?" Zhai Yi followed Qi Han's gaze, looked at his waist, and pulled his lips and smiled. The smile was still so warm, as if it was harmless, but it didn't reach the bottom of the eyes, "Well, that's it, rosemary." A dear friend's ancestral spice, the only one in the world. ”

"It's so precious, wouldn't it be a waste of ...... to use it on me" Qi Han snorted and sneered, and said reluctantly, "What is it?

Zhai Wei shook his head, and suddenly ripped the blue rope off his waist, and his cold and slender fingers, with distinct bones, wrapped around the rope and hanging incense, gently spinning and playing.

His eyes were a little distant, and a smile appeared on his lips, "It's not love medicine, it's not incense." It's the heart of rosemary, and I wish to have the fragrance of a heart......"

Qi Han's eyes were red, he spewed out a scorching snort, pulled the corners of his mouth, and sneered, "It's also demagogy." 166 Reading Network